The Abbey

No longer knowing what or who I am

I turn,

This way and that for meaning,

Finding none,

But trapped within the body of a man

I know not.

 

The child I knew, and he remained supreme

Until

This beard turned grey,

The joints began to stiffen,

The dim reflections twisted to betray

One once thought lost to heaven.

 

Of all my time I have so little left,

And that exhausted, spent -

Squandered by him who thought

There was no cost in spending;

No giving up, no Lent.

 

From all to caul! Is this what we

Traverse,

Lost in our perversity and will,

Who spill our means, deny our source

Demean what knowledge shapes our course.

 

A shell remains, like some deserted Abbey;

And the gulls fly

Where monks once thought their spells,

And I….

I start at silences

Where long shadows, cowled, slink

Mutter at my carrells.

 

David Lewis Paget

 

Reviews

[The Ponderings of Bella]

Captivating and thought provoking!! A gimpse into the human soul of someone struggling to cling onto who they are despite the time that ticks on. (At least that is what I see)

"A shell remains, like some deserted Abbey;And the gulls fly,Where monks once thought their spells," Beautiful imagery!!

Well Done! :)